They dawnsyn and they syng;

Ivy and hur maydenys,

They wepyn and they wryng.

Nay, Ivy, nay ...

Ivy hath a kybe,[109]

She kaght yt wyth the colde,

So mot thay all haf ae,

That wyth Ivy hold.

Nay, Ivy, nay ...

Holy hath berys,